Chapter 7
CHAPTER 7
Jane had her head on Storm’s shoulder and was as comfortable as she could ever remember being. It had taken her forever to get to this point with her ex. Yes, she’d been a teenager, but she hadn’t let him kiss her like Storm had until they’d known each other for months.
It was insane. She was a grown-ass woman who couldn’t keep carnal thoughts out of her head, of going to her knees in front of Storm and drawing his zipper down and taking him in her mouth right then and there. She hadn’t even thought that she liked sex all that much until she’d started fantasizing about him. And when he finally kissed her, she’d gone a little crazy, wanting to touch him from head to toe. Thank God his stomach had growled and brought her back to her senses.
But now, they were sitting on her couch watching Jerry Seinfeld try to guess his girlfriend’s name, which he knew rhymed with a body part, and all she could think about was jumping Storm.
She loved that he was being a gentleman and not trying to rush her, but Jane realized she wanted to be rushed. Would he think she was too aggressive if she initiated more than just snuggling?
“What are you thinking about so hard over there?” Storm asked. “And don’t tell me it’s the show, because while Jerry thinking his girlfriend’s name is Mulva is funny, it’s not deep enough for you to have this furrow in your brows.” He ran a fingertip over her forehead, and Jane shivered slightly at the feel of his callused fingertip against her skin.
“I don’t want you to think badly of me,” Jane said.
“Nothing you say would make me think badly of you,” he reassured her.
Taking a deep breath and deciding to just say what was on her mind, Jane blurted, “I want you.”
To Storm’s credit, his expression didn’t change. But she did see his pupils dilate.
He took a deep breath and shifted next to her, putting his finger under her chin so she couldn’t look away from him. “Brave,” he muttered. Then said louder, “I want you too. Badly. But if at any time you change your mind, all you have to do it tell me, and that’ll be that.”
“I won’t change my mind,” Jane assured him.
“Even so. I don’t want to do anything that’ll make you uncomfortable. You get second thoughts, or start to feel awkward, just say the word.”
“Okay. Same goes for you,” she told him.
Storm tilted his head in question.
“What? I know the media concentrates on women having the right to say no, but men have that right too. Just because I want to have sex doesn’t mean you do.”
Storm chuckled and dropped his finger from her chin. “I want to,” he said earnestly.
Then his finger traced the neckline of the V-neck blouse she was wearing, and his eyes lowered as his finger moved…
Jane shivered and felt her nipples harden. She knew he could see her physical reaction to his touch, because he licked his lips and inhaled deeply. She had a feeling if things got started here on her couch, she wasn’t going to want to move to her bed later, so without a word, she stood and held out her hand.
Storm immediately took hold and followed her out of the room and into the short hallway that led to the two bedrooms. Jane would’ve been embarrassed about the state of her room—she wasn’t exactly a neatnik—but the one time she looked back at Storm, his eyes were glued to her ass, so she didn’t think he would even notice her clutter.
She led him to the side of her full-size bed. It had always been big enough for her, but now that he would be joining her in it, she wondered if he’d think it was too small.
Refusing to feel bad about the way she lived—it hadn’t been easy or cheap being a single mother—Jane let go of Storm’s hand long enough to open a drawer in a small table next to her bed. She pulled out the box of condoms she’d bought earlier that week, when she’d been wishful thinking. “I hope this isn’t a problem.”
Storm immediately shook his head. “I’m clean. I told you it’s been a while since I’ve been with anyone, and I wasn’t lying about that. But I’m more than okay with using protection. I’d never do anything to put you at risk.”
The topic was a bit embarrassing, but she was an adult, and if she was going to do adult things like have sex, she had to be mature enough to talk about stuff like protection. “I’m clean too, and it’s not likely I’d get pregnant, but I don’t want to chance it.”
“I don’t blame you,” Storm said, taking the box out of her hand and placing it on the bedside table. He wrapped a hand around her neck and intertwined his fingers in her hair, forcing her head back a bit. That tiny show of control made her shiver in excitement. “I’d never risk your health. Ever,” he said evenly. “But,” he continued, “I can’t deny that the thought of being inside you bare is a hell of a turn-on. If things between us work out, which I’m counting on, we’ll have to see what we can do to make that happen.”
“Yes,” Jane whispered, the thought of him taking her bare turning her on even more.
“Any other concerns you want to bring up?” Storm asked.
“No.”
Storm tightened his hand in her hair for just a moment, then nodded and released her. He stepped back and brought his hands to the hem of his shirt, lifting it up and over his head in one quick movement.
Jane swallowed hard and licked her lips in anticipation. Storm was built . She’d seen his body before but hadn’t been in the frame of mind to appreciate it. His chest was covered with a light coating of hair, which was sexy as hell, but for now, she was more interested in feeling every one of the muscles she could see bulging in his chest and arms.
Curling her arms around his biceps, she leaned into him and licked his right nipple.
“Damn,” Storm said under his breath, covering the back of her head with his large hand, pressing her harder against him.
Smiling, Jane took the hint and drew his nipple into her mouth, sucking hard. He groaned, and his hand tightened in her hair.
Jane switched to the other nipple and couldn’t help but feel completely empowered by his unrestrained reaction to her mouth on him. Glancing down, she could see his cock pushing against the fly of his jeans. She’d never been too concerned about the size of a man before, believing what he could do with his appendage was more important, but she couldn’t help being impressed by what Storm was packing.
The grip on her hair got tighter, and she let Storm pull her head away from his body. “Enough,” he said in a low, gravelly voice. “I need to see you. I’ve fantasized about you standing in front of me naked…and not because you’re hurt this time.”
Jane flushed, not wanting to remember when she’d had to strip for him out of necessity. This time it was her choice. And she wasn’t hacking up a lung from CS gas.
His hand dropped from her head as she stepped back and reached for the button on her jeans. She undid it and pushed the denim down her legs, stepping out of it. She reached under her shirt and undid the clasp of her strapless bra, smiling as Storm eyed what he could see of her legs. She dropped her bra and stood up straight. She reached for the bottom of her shirt, but he stopped her.
“Let me,” he said quietly.
Nodding, Jane lowered her hands.
Storm grasped the edge of her shirt, and she felt his fingers brush against her sides. She sucked in her stomach as best she could, wishing she was in better shape for him. Wished her belly wasn’t so big and that her thighs were more toned. Her butt had always been big, and she worried that he’d be turned off by it.
By the time all her insecurities ran through her brain, Storm had gripped the material of her blouse and raised it up and over her head. She raised her arms to assist, then was standing in front of him in nothing but the pair of black cotton underwear she’d put on earlier.
“Beautiful,” Storm breathed as he simply stared. His hands went back to resting on her hips, but he didn’t move otherwise.
Fidgeting, Jane said, “I’m not twenty-three anymore.”
Storm snorted. “Thank God,” he told her. “Turn.”
Blinking in surprise, Jane asked, “What?”
“Turn around. I want to see your ass.”
Holding her breath, Jane did as he asked, loving how he didn’t take his hands off her as she turned and faced her bed.
“Damn. Better than my fantasies,” Storm told her.
She looked over her shoulder and saw that his eyes were glued to the butt she’d thought too big and flabby almost her entire life.
Then he crouched behind her and took the globes of her ass in his hands and squeezed.
Squeaking in surprise, Jane stumbled and caught herself on her mattress, which left her bending over slightly.
“Fuck yeah,” Storm murmured, and Jane felt his fingers brush against the soaking-wet gusset of her panties.
With anyone else, she might’ve been embarrassed, but with the way Storm was crouched behind her, she could clearly see his erection. The second she had the thought, one of his hands went to the button and zipper on his jeans and undid them. He groaned in relief, then brought his hand back to her ass.
“You’re gorgeous,” he told her, not taking his eyes from her body.
“I could lose some weight,” she said softly.
“No fucking way,” he told her firmly.
“But you’re so in shape. So…hard,” she protested.
“I am.” He grinned. “But that doesn’t mean that’s how I appreciate my women. I like soft ,” he told her. “I can’t wait to feel your curves against me. Surrounding me. Holding me.”
His words were seducing her even more than the feel of his hands on her body.
He applied slight pressure on her hips, indicating that he wanted her to turn around for him. Jane did, and then she was looking down at him, still crouched in front of her. She could see the head of his cock peeking out through the slit in the boxers he was wearing. Licking her lips, she had the sudden desire to see more of him. All of him.
But he had other ideas. He hooked his fingers in the waistband of her panties and looked up. “May I?” he asked.
Jane nodded.
Then he slowly drew the cotton down over her hips and thighs. She kicked them away when they fell to the carpet at her feet—and then she was naked in front of Storm. The man she’d crushed on for ages. She would’ve been nervous, but the look of utter lust on his face made all her worries drain away.
“Fuck,” he whispered, then leaned forward and nuzzled the crease where her leg met her hip.
Jane whimpered. She knew she was soaking wet, and she was anxious to have his hands all over her. “Storm,” she begged.
“What?” he asked, not taking his eyes from between her legs.
“Touch me.”
“I am,” he said. “You smell so damn good.”
Jane’s heart rate was off the charts, and she wanted to do more than just look at the amazingly handsome man at her feet. She sat on the mattress suddenly and scooted backward. Pushing the comforter and sheet down, she lay back, propping herself up on her elbows. “I’m not sure why I’m the only one naked here,” she managed to say in a semi-normal tone.
Getting the hint, Storm shoved his jeans and boxers down and off and was lying half on top of her on the bed before she could take a full breath. Jane felt his hard cock against her thigh and, without thought, moved a hand down to grasp him.
He grunted and thrust into her grip once before reaching down and grabbing her wrist. He brought her hand up and over her head, claiming the other one in the process. Jane grinned at him.
“Minx,” he said with a chuckle. “Any more of that, and I’d lose it, and the fun would be over before it began.”
“Would it?” she asked.
“I’m not a young man anymore,” he told her with a lack of self-recrimination. “And as I said, it’s been a long time since I’ve done this. The last thing I want is to spill myself anywhere but inside that condom when I’m deep inside your hot, wet body. So until then, I’m gonna need you to keep your hands to yourself.”
Jane mock-pouted. “What fun is that?”
“Oh, we’re gonna have fun,” Storm countered.
“I can’t touch you at all?” Jane asked, feeling disappointed.
He studied her for a second. “You want to?”
“Yes,” she told him honestly.
“For now, you can touch me anywhere but my dick. I’m serious when I say all it’ll take is a few strokes from you to send me over the edge.”
Jane shivered. She liked the feeling of power that gave her. A lot. “Okay.”
“Okay,” Storm agreed. “Let me know if I do something you don’t like.”
And that was the only warning she got before he was easing down her body. When his head reached her chest, one hand plumped up her breast, and he took her nipple into his mouth.
If Jane thought he’d go slow and easy, she was wrong. Very wrong. He suckled against her so hard, she felt the tugging in her womb. Arching her back, Jane clamped on to his biceps and held on for dear life.
She rocked in his grip until he had to use one hand to hold her hip still. Then he switched to the other side, giving that nipple the same treatment as the first. Jane whimpered, loving the pleasure/pain his mouth was giving her. She’d never thought her breasts were that sensitive, but she’d never had someone treat them the way Storm was. She wanted him to stop, yet wanted him to keep going. It was confusing and erotic as hell.
With a pop, he took his mouth off her and grinned when she sighed. “Holy shit, Storm.”
“Feel good?” he asked.
“Oh yeah.”
He nodded in satisfaction, then scooted farther down her body.
Jane knew she shouldn’t feel nervous. She’d given and received oral sex in the past, but for some reason, the way Storm was looking at her as if she was his next meal made her uneasy.
“Storm?”
“Yeah, baby?” he asked.
She shivered at hearing the endearment. “Go easy,” she pleaded.
For a second she thought he was going to ignore her, but then he nodded. It was just a dip of his chin, but she relaxed. He nudged her legs farther apart. “More,” he ordered.
Jane put her feet flat on the bed and dropped her knees out. Storm immediately shoved his shoulders between her thighs, and she felt the burn on her inner muscles. She would be sore tomorrow but was looking forward to the delicious ache.
One hand rested on her belly, holding her down, and the fingertips on the other brushed over her soaked folds. “So fucking beautiful,” he murmured before his head dropped.
Jane tensed, ready for anything, but when his tongue lightly licked up her labia, she shuddered in ecstasy and relaxed completely.
What came next was twenty minutes of Storm worshiping her sex until she was writhing and begging him for more. To touch her harder, to suck on her. She loved the feel of him being sweet and easy, but she needed more.
Storm lifted his head, and Jane saw her juices glistening on his chin. “Hold on,” he told her.
“To what?” Jane asked.
“To me.” Then Storm lowered his head once more—and Jane could tell immediately that he was done being slow and gentle. One finger eased inside her channel, and he wrapped his lips around her clit. He sucked, using his tongue like a mini-vibrator to lash against her ultra-sensitive bundle of nerves. The finger that was inside her curved and pressed against her G-spot.
And just like that, Jane knew she was going to come. Hard.
“Storm!” she cried out even as her stomach muscles clenched and she curled upward. One hand clutched the hair on top of his head and the other gripped the wrist of the hand still resting on her belly.
He moaned against her clit, and that was all it took. She went flying over the edge with an orgasm so intense, she saw little black dots float in front of her eyes. She felt Storm add another finger inside her, and he fucked her hard, even as his lips stayed suctioned over her clit and she bucked and thrashed under him.
Finally, she croaked, “No more, too sensitive!” as his ministrations turned painful. He immediately lifted his head and removed his fingers. But he didn’t move from between her legs. Instead, he immediately began lapping at the juices he’d called forth from her body. Lazily, he ran his tongue up her lips, over and over, obviously enjoying the fruit of his labors.
When she felt completely wrung out, Jane slumped back onto the mattress, breathing hard, as if she’d just run a marathon.
When Storm moved from between her legs, she didn’t have the strength to close them. He came up and over her on his hands and knees and reached over to the table. He opened the box of condoms and within seconds had rolled one down his very impressive cock.
“Can I touch you now?” she asked.
He hesitated, but nodded.
He was kneeling between her legs, and Jane reached down and grasped his throbbing erection. He was big. Bigger than anyone she’d ever been with, but that thought excited rather than frightened her. She’d take him and hopefully make him feel as good as he’d just made her feel.
“Ready?” Storm asked as he nudged her legs apart once more.
Jane nodded and brought one leg up and curled it around his thigh. He took hold of his dick and ran the head through her wet folds. It felt good.
He obviously thought so too, because the veins in the sides of his neck bulged, and he groaned.
“This is gonna be fast,” he warned her.
“Okay,” she agreed.
Then Storm slowly, ever so slowly, pushed his length inside her until she could feel his balls pressed up against her ass. Then he put a hand under her and lifted her up and into him even farther. She could feel him stretching her from the inside out, but it didn’t hurt.
“Damn, you feel amazing,” Storm said, his eyes boring into hers.
“You too,” she said.
Then he surprised the hell out of her by sitting back on his heels and hauling her ass onto his thighs.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“As I said, the second I start thrusting inside your insanely hot body, I’m going to go off like a rocket. I want you to come again before I do.”
Jane hadn’t ever orgasmed from sex alone. It had always taken direct stimulation on her clit to make that happen, and most men didn’t have the wherewithal to make sure she was enjoying herself while they were in the middle of sex.
“It’s fine,” Jane tried to reassure him. “Trust me, you already made me come harder than I can ever remember coming in my life.”
“Good,” he said with satisfaction. “This time I want to feel it against my cock.”
Then he rested his thumb on her still extremely sensitive clit and pressed.
“Damn!” Jane exclaimed as she jerked in his grasp.
“You’re so slick,” he said as he played with her. “And you tasted so good. I can’t wait to get my mouth on you again. You’re going to be sore with how much I want to eat you out.”
His words were filthy but hot as hell. No one had ever talked to her that way, and Jane liked it. She’d just come, but she felt another orgasm welling up inside her already.
“That’s it. I can feel you twitching against me. It feels amazing. Like nothing I’ve experienced before. Keep going. Come on my dick, Jane…squeeze me.”
As if she was programmed to do exactly what he ordered, amazingly, Jane felt herself exploding once more.
“Oh yeah, shit, that’s so fucking good. You’re rippling against me… Damn, I can’t hold back. Hang on, baby,” Storm told her. Then he moved until he was on his knees once more and began pounding into her body.
Jane’s orgasm seemed to go on and on, kept alive by the feel of Storm’s big cock sliding in and out of her, awakening nerves that hadn’t been stimulated in years.
“I’m gonna want to take you from behind soon, baby. Watch that gorgeous ass shake and shimmy as I fuck you. God, you’re so beautiful…”
For the first time in her life, Jane felt beautiful. With this virile and handsome man taking his pleasure from her body, looking at her with clear lust and affection in his eyes. She wanted to give him so much. Anything he wanted, she’d give him, because she knew he’d return the pleasure to her tenfold.
“Oh shit, not yet,” Storm said, but it was too late. He shoved himself inside her as far as he could go, let his head drop back, and his entire body shook as he orgasmed.
Jane’s hands caressed his arms as he propped himself over her, and after a long moment, he groaned and practically collapsed on top of her.
“That’s it. I’m dead. You killed me,” he exclaimed, being sure not to crush her as he lay against her.
“Get busy livin’ or get busy dyin’,” she quipped.
A startled laugh escaped him, and his cock slipped out of her body with the movement.
“Damn,” he said in disappointment.
Jane was disappointed too, but when Storm rolled over and pulled her into his arms, she couldn’t complain. Her arms were trapped between them, and they were both a bit sweaty from their lovemaking, but Jane didn’t care. She nuzzled his neck, and her fingertips caressed his chest where they rested against him.
“You all right?” he asked quietly.
“Oh yeah,” she said on a sigh.
“Thank you,” Storm told her.
“I think that’s my line,” Jane said.
But Storm didn’t even grin. “Thank you for trusting me with your body. For giving me the best gift I’ve gotten in a very long damn time.”
“You’re welcome. Are you staying?”
At that, Storm raised his head to look at her.
Jane bravely met his eyes. “I mean, I want you to, but I don’t know what the rules are here.”
“Rules?” he asked.
“Yeah, dating rules. I’m out of practice.”
“I don’t give a shit about what other people do,” Storm said firmly. “If you’ll let me stay, I want to stay. I can’t think of anything better than spending all of my forty-eight-hour leave with you. Not just the daylight hours.”
Jane knew she had a goofy grin on her face, but she couldn’t help it. “I’m sure you’ll need to go home and get clothes and whatnot at some point.”
“I will,” he agreed. “And if you’re open to it, you can pack a bag and come with me. I’ll make dinner tomorrow night, and you can spend the night in my bed.”
“How did this happen?” Jane asked, more to herself than Storm.
“You knocked me off my feet with your bravery and selflessness,” he told her seriously. “Then I realized how beautiful, smart, and funny you were. I was a goner.”
Jane rolled her eyes.
“I’m serious,” he said. “You’ve everything a man could want. I’m just sorry I didn’t see what was right in front of my face earlier.”
“Me too,” she admitted.
“But I’m here now…and I’m not going anywhere.”
Jane liked that a hell of a lot. She opened her mouth to tell him so, but yawned instead.
Storm chuckled. “Tired?”
“Yeah. It’s been a hell of a long two weeks. Not to mention the two orgasms I had tonight.”
He grinned. “You were spectacular,” he praised. “I need to take care of this condom, then we’ll sleep.”
“Okay,” she agreed and sighed in contentment when he leaned over, kissed her forehead, then climbed out of her bed. She straightened the covers and pillows while he was gone and didn’t bother to hide the fact she was ogling him when he walked back to bed completely naked.
“Like what you see?” he asked with a smile as he crawled under the covers and pulled her into him.
“Duh,” she replied returning his grin.
“Me too,” he told her as his hand caressed over her ass cheeks under the covers.
Jane snuggled into the man at her side and sighed in happiness. One moment she was thanking her lucky stars that Storm had somehow noticed her, and the next she was in a deep, contented sleep.